it sucks that im stuck in a human body. im supposed to be running through a forest on a mountain on all fours. im supposed to be laying among the stars. im supposed to be so incomprehensible to the human mind that it collapses trying to visualize me. what do you mean i have a flesh prison
i cannot help but identify with the monsterous and uncanny. it is the tragedy of a world that is not meant for them, that fears them, that hates them. it is the power of taking that revulsion and turning it into fuel for their strength. it is the beauty of survival. dear sorrowful creature, never fear judgement from me. for we are the same, you and i. you are like me and i am like you. let us find beauty amidst this dreadful world together.
Found this template on Pinterest and ofc I had to draw my pookie (and I suck at expressions lmao but alas I embrace mediocrity)
Playing with his forehead kanji is so silly and fun bahahaha
I’m doing the dishes
it’s a warm spring day
I watch out the window as my neighbours wiener dog wanders out into the garden in its little blue bandana
I stop, mesmerised.
It’s sniffing flowers — carnations, I think — for quite some time until it becomes excited by a bird overhead and bounces around to chase it’s shadow
the dog returns to the sunlit spot by the flowers and flops over, belly up, to bask in the warm light
“I want to be that dog” I say to myself. “I want to share with the world the peaceful joy that dog must be feeling right now.”
I try to take a picture; my zoom is not enough. I get weird and grab my pigeon-watching binoculars to get a better zoom, line my phone camera up with the lens. And I take one single, illicit, sleepy dog picture.
I hope the ends justified the means.
I bet that dog is having a really nice day.
Akutagawa daily 116/★
I’m a boxer and sometimes you guys get close with things, but you’re never quite there.
1. After a match, weather the fighter wins or loses, they will be tired. They will be very tired and they will be in pain and the next day? Don’t even get me started on how sore they’re gonna be.
2. Boxing takes A LOT of training. When I’m not training for a fight I spend about 7 or 8 hours a week training, but when I am training? It’s closer to 3 hours a day, 3×7 is 21, so give or take 21 hours training for a fight.
3. Unless they are a professional, which isn’t all glamor and riches like you see on Floyd Maywhethers instagram, they have to wear trunks and a tank top in the ring. And headgear.
4. When you’re in a match, you can hear people yelling for you. But you don’t see them. All of your attention is on your opponent and there is no time to sneak a smirk and your lover.
5. Boxers have cut men. Those fics you read about after the fight, their wrists are cut up and bruised? That DOESN’T happen. Fists are wrapped with gauze, and then with tape. What you can get though, what many boxers get, are broken thumbs or the boxers fracture. Write about that.
6. This is a lil something for all of you whumpy writers, something I would expect to see more of: Weight Cut. The boxer is tired and weak from lack of nutrition, the training camp took it’s toll on the boxers body. But the weight cut? (Brief breakdown of water weight cut: fighter sits in hot bath water or sauna and sweats a lot. if you want to see how bad it can get, look up cyborgs weight cut on youtube.) The boxer is weak at the knees, their lips are dry and cracked, they can barely stand upright to get on the scale.
I’m just doing my part here. Thank you for your time.
it used to be 2007 you know
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